It was because you weren't sincere.
You were just being self-indulgent.
Sang Yan wanted to retort, but after thinking it over, she held herself back.
Why aggravate him?
She might as well play along with his act.
"I am not worthy of your sincerity."
She continued to belittle herself, "You are the Emperor, the most esteemed person in Beiqi, you deserve a better woman."
So please let her go.
Qi Wuya heard the unspoken words—asking him to leave her, to look for another woman.
He hated this idea of her pushing him towards other women.
"Sang Yan, don't be naive. If I thought like you do, that you were unworthy of me, do you know what your fate would be?"
He would have thrown her into the army camp without hesitation, to be trampled upon.
"If I didn't love you, Sang Yan, you would have no grounds for negotiation."
His face was cold, his brows and eyes fiercely stern as he cruelly shattered her illusions.
Sang Yan lowered her head and said no more.
